Contrast

Lines of linear, though most times singular

Are not visual without contrast

We don't see white, unless on black

The two are tied with knots exact

Do we need time machines?

To see the scenes of a foreign past

Or is it there to stare at fact

Written words of visions blurred

There, one man's eyes

Why feel deterred, don't emotion stir

Let your noise be heard

Sheep, not man, that walks in herds

Hold in hand that wooden staff

That guides your light and shows your path

Live a life for the aftermath

Smile with joy and cry with laugh

The lines of life are intertwined

We feel them all a dark sublime

Massively flawed with a beautiful design